Yours Truly

“I want to feel all that there is to feel.”

[inkskinned]

i want to be so kind it echoes backwards in time and undoes the things that hurt you. i want to be so kind it radiates from me. i want to be so kind that i make someone else find faith in humanity again. there’s not much i can do, i’m small and weak and i only know so many words. but i know i can be kind. and sometimes, i believe, that changes the world.

[naturaekos]

“I find it so moving that you are the way you are.”

—

[ousia-poetica]

Loving you it´s not to reject your flaws; it´s to become sensitive to them, without ever expecting you to change them.

Loving you is not to desire to be the center of your Life; it´s to lead you, if you allow me, if am able to, to the Life of your core, without looking for any rewards.

Loving you is not writing you love poems; is being love when I write to you, and when I don´t.

Ousía Poética Creative Commons (cc)

Amarte no es rechazar tus defectos; es hacerme sensible a ellos y hacerte sensible a ellos, sin esperar jamás que los cambies.

Amarte no es desear ser el centro de tu vida; es conducirte, si tú me lo permites, si soy capaz de hacerlo, a la vida de tu centro, sin buscar recompensas.

Amarte no es escribirte mis poemas de amor; es ser amor cuando te escribo, y cuando no.

[filmnoirsbian]

Things I expected while spending 3 days in & out of airports during a pandemic

[teaandplantdad]

“We don’t read and write poetry because it’s cute. We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race. And the human race is filled with passion. And medicine, law, business, engineering, these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life. But poetry, beauty, romance, love, these are what we stay alive for.”

— N.H. Kleinbaum, Dead Poets Society.

[eliminated]

[dg-fragments]

"Nothing else, but perhaps show me your heart?"

"I would show you my heart if it indeed existed. It's been ages it has been dead, without any conversations, any feelings. It hasn't brought up any emotions, there is a void, an empty space inside the cage where it should be. You might call me a fighter, but I don't have a heart to take me through these battles I have to fight."

- DG (Conversations inside my head)

[leubh]

HOW TO TELL YOU THAT I LOVE YOU

How do I tell you

that when I feel like breaking

your voice feels like safety?

How do I tell you

my greatest fear is

you waking up and not loving me?

.

I know that loss,

love lost in the blink of an eye.

I know that hurt.

People change and

what happens if I can’t be what you need?

.

And how do I tell you that I love you,

so much not even that fear

is enough to scare me away?

How to tell you, when

language is not enough for my love?

.

Language:

1. Noun. A tool of communication

that allows me to tell you,

tell the world how I feel.

A collection of

made-up words by people

made up by their society.

.

2. Noun. A resource that is not enough,

not enough to be truthful,

there is never enough

space in a sentence to confess

the way my lungs ache.

.

Ache:

Verb. A different kind of hurting,

when it is cold

my bones clash against one another,

and I long for you.

.

Longing:

A noun that provides

a different kind of ache.

Feelings do not come from the heart,

but I feel a pressure in my chest.

a pain so solid it must be imaginary.

I’m cold and I think of you,

the warmth you would give off,

the laughter.

Just a moment so I

can bask in your presence,

a gift.

.

A:

Article.

We fill our spaces with nonsense words,

the and a are different.

One of them points to one,

the other points to any.

I want to be

not-any

for you.

.

Article:

There are no articles in

I love you.

Just me and you and—

.

Love:

Old English lufu,

Proto Germanic lubo.

Proto Indo-European leubh,

to care and to

desire.

.

Love:

In Spanish amor.

Verb form; amar.

To love you is

amarte,

No space between love and you

and no me,

except implied in the action.

.

Amar:

Latin amare,

Indo-European amma,

the voice of a child

calling for mother.

The voice we use to call

for that which is vital,

necessary.

Two languages and

two different roots but

amor is love

and both are synonymous with—

.

Love:

Action verb. Action.

No passivity in the thought

of I loving you.

I love you and

you may not love me.

Object inactive and subject active.

No reciprocity implied or

expected.

Choice.

.

Love:

No space between I

and you,

except the miles

keeping us from each other.

No space,

except these four letters arranged

to generate a sound,

a word I can use to

share with—

.

Love:

You.

—linguistics speak of a word’s history (but not of my history with it), r. b.

[goodreadss]

“I looked and looked at her, and I knew, as clearly as I know that I will die, that I loved her more than anything I had ever seen or imagined on earth.”

—

[quotefeeling]

“You have to love. You have to feel. It is the reason you are here on earth. You are here to risk your heart.”

— Louise Erdrich (via perfeqt)

[minuty]

“It’s unfortunate, and I really wish I wouldn’t have to say this, but I really like human beings who have suffered. They’re kinder.”

—

[craved-deactivated20230908]

“Thank you for loving me when I still tasted of heartache and war.”

— Nikita Gill (via quotemadness)

[hellish-daddy]

“… and we are in bed together laughing and we don’t care about anything.”

—

Charles Bukowski

(hellish-daddy)

[savageleewriting]

Break down my walls, blast through my barriers, shatter my preconceptions of what is and what might be.

You can do all that, can’t you? Sure you can. Take a deep breath, and scream. Scream at the sky. Scream at the clouds. Scream at the birds. Those stupid fucking birds. Scream at the birds. They’ll be so confused. They don’t understand. And they don’t have to put up with that kind of shit. They’ll just fly away.

Shuffle my tracks and reorganize my CDs. File my taxes and tax my files. 

Pretend I’m Jack Kerouac and getting shit done is being On The Road.

Let’s bend some rules into whole new rules. 

[knightofleo]

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[minuty]

“I suppose that since most of our hurts come through relationships, so will our healing, and i know that grace rarely makes sense for those looking in from the outside.”

—

[disneygifsdaily]

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